7/6/11

Mornings on Lexington

A few times a week, I get up at an hour that makes my
stomach churn (literally – I tend to have digestive issues if I wake up in the
middle of a REM cycle. I should be saying that while wearing a palette expander
and adjusting giant owl-shaped glasses. Oh wait, I had those. Judge me).

But, despite a churning stomach, this is my favorite time of
the day. Most of the city is still sleeping, save for the few who are
exceedingly dedicated to their workout, their dog, or their job. Street vendors
are receiving their first customers of the day. Starbucks sits in a decaffeinated lull. Shops remain closed, lit only by the sunshine that is
beginning to warm the pavement.

And I think people are kinder – yet to be irritated by
incompetence at work, train times that are off schedule and air conditioner
drips from floors above (or at least what you hope are air conditioner drips).

I adore the silence along Lexington as I drink my morning
coffee. It makes me feel as if the city were actually listening to me, while I
know that throughout the remainder of the day, I will listen to it. This mutual
understanding is vital to the relationship that we share.

We get along better in the morning, the city and I. It’s
when I speak my plans, and all I hear in response is unclouded potential.